
S/HE SAID: I have my madness


I fell in love with this song when I was on my way home, tired and spent from work and school. Traffic was everywhere and the heat was (then) on. It almost sounded like a call for you to still rise in spite of the odds.

Only that at that moment, the odds were your daily routine. All of it can become so burdensome, you forget the purpose behind what you’re doing. We wake up, have breakfast, endure the commute, 9 to 5, then commute (worse than the morning), arrive home, heat up leftovers, go to sleep. It’s can be an endless cycle.
But you work to provide for your family, because you have bills to pay at the end of the month, because you want to help your parents out, because you want to get that promotion…
Because your company needs you, because you want to progress, because your country needs your service.
Then I heard this song and I remembered there are more people out there whose days are just about to start, whose hours are longer than mine. Most of them are forgotten or not even acknowledged. But they wake up, eat, commute and work their own version of 9 to 5, running the lights and the sounds at night, sharing the same goals and dreams that we have.
So yeah. Who’s gonna save the world tonight then?
Must be these adorable dogs. <3


Our Saturday meetings have recently been my source for these posts, and to be honest, they’re not bad at all!
As the term slowly reaches the finish line, we found ourselves growing much closer to the cafe employees and patrons. A couple of weeks back, one of the regulars made sure to stream his music throughout the cafe, and we ended up having a music-filled writing session.
This weekend, though, we revisited some classics. I remember first hearing this song from my cousin’s same-day edit video. She was one of Jason Magbanua’s first clients and the version he used from their SDE is the one with Gary Granada. (You can watch it here.)
At first, we were struggling to find out who’s the original version. Then, one of my co-mentees dropped that line: Frank Sinatra. Of course. That’s the only voice that would feel like you’re being courted and wooed from head to toe.
Plus it doesn’t hurt too, that you’re surround by grounded people with old souls.
That’s all.